Clary stretched out her arm as she stroked the canvas with her paintbrush. Another portrait of Jace was well on its way to completion.

Jace was, as usual, asleep during the process. Clary'd never quite managed to draw Jace while he was awake - he'd fidget and fidget and sigh like a man of ninety-two.

"Whassat?" He was beginning to stir, but, thankfully, Clary was almost done.

"There." Clary smiled to herself, regarding her painting with the air of a perfectionist.

Now, all she had to do was get rid of the evidence and put the coffee machine on, so that, when Jace woke up, they'd watch reruns of The Big Bang Theory with cups of coffee as usual.

"You look happier than usual." Jace commented, blowing over his cup of coffee. "Been dreaming about me?"

Clary giggled. "No, unlike you, I don't sleep all afternoon."

Jace raised his brows, but made no comment.

"But," Clary continued, "I do have something to show you." She whipped out her painting of Jace, which had dried by now.

"Clary," Jace breathed. "When did you do this? I don't recall seeing you paint this."

Clary grinned inwardly. "I guess you could say my afternoon was well spent."